My original idea for this post was to introduce you to my main character, Lizzie Kincaid. But as I sat down to type, Lizzie gave me a not-so-gentle nudge. It seems that she wants to introduce herself, so, without further ado, I’m giving her control of the keyboard. – Lily
Hi, all! I thought she’d never leave! (Just kidding, Lily!) Seriously, though, I’m thrilled to be here, but I’m even more thrilled that she’s finally going to put my story out there. Trust me, it’s been a very long time coming!
I’ve read hundreds of romance novels over the years, and I can honestly say that I never expected to live one. Oh, I was a hopeless romantic, emphasis on the hopeless part, but I’d given up on finding a love story of my own. Too much heartache, too little actual love.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My full name is Anna Elizabeth Kincaid; I’m Lizzie to family and friends, but Anna at work. Weird, I know, but there was already an Elizabeth and a Liz when I started, and management wanted to avoid confusion. Whatever. I didn’t really mind.
My childhood was relatively normal. We weren’t poor, but we didn’t have a lot of money for extras. Still, it was happy enough, great parents, annoying older brother, quirky relatives, and a menagerie of dogs, cats, bunnies, and other assorted furry creatures.
We lived in Crossroads, which is barely a tiny dot on the map. It’s the kind of place where you know almost everybody, or if you don’t actually know them, you have someone in common. Small town life has its pros – safety, security, comfort – and its cons – zero privacy and every single thing you do gets back to your parents. Ugh.
Growing up, I spent most of my time playing with the other neighborhood kids. You’ll get to know them along the way since we’re all still close. We had a lot of fun, even if I did spend half of my time trying to keep them out of trouble. Okay, so I may be a bit of a mother hen, but that’s not a bad thing, right?
I’m not sure I ever really chose my grown-up life, you know? I went to Penn State, studied English lit (I blame Jane Austen for that), and, with no real career aspirations, I drifted into a job as a corporate travel agent. Trust me, it’s not the glamorous job that people imagine, but it did pay the bills. Or it paid some of the bills, at least; there was never quite enough left after paying my rent to pay them all.
It wasn’t all bad, of course. My family may be quirky, but I know I can count on them. And I have two amazing best friends who always know when circumstances call for an emergency bottle of wine or two. But I wasn’t really living, you know? No romance. No adventure. No actual life.
The thing is, I didn’t really understand how lonely and lost I was until I wasn’t.
And now? I’m living a life I never imagined and, trust me, I have a vivid imagination!). I’m happier than I ever dreamed possible, all because of one phone call.
Curious? Good, because it’s an amazing story, complete with romance, near-tragedy, laughter, tears, and, yes, a surprise (or two)!
XOXO
Lizzie (by the way, you can follow me on Twitter, too! I'm @LizzieKincaid)
Hi, all! I thought she’d never leave! (Just kidding, Lily!) Seriously, though, I’m thrilled to be here, but I’m even more thrilled that she’s finally going to put my story out there. Trust me, it’s been a very long time coming!
I’ve read hundreds of romance novels over the years, and I can honestly say that I never expected to live one. Oh, I was a hopeless romantic, emphasis on the hopeless part, but I’d given up on finding a love story of my own. Too much heartache, too little actual love.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My full name is Anna Elizabeth Kincaid; I’m Lizzie to family and friends, but Anna at work. Weird, I know, but there was already an Elizabeth and a Liz when I started, and management wanted to avoid confusion. Whatever. I didn’t really mind.
My childhood was relatively normal. We weren’t poor, but we didn’t have a lot of money for extras. Still, it was happy enough, great parents, annoying older brother, quirky relatives, and a menagerie of dogs, cats, bunnies, and other assorted furry creatures.
We lived in Crossroads, which is barely a tiny dot on the map. It’s the kind of place where you know almost everybody, or if you don’t actually know them, you have someone in common. Small town life has its pros – safety, security, comfort – and its cons – zero privacy and every single thing you do gets back to your parents. Ugh.
Growing up, I spent most of my time playing with the other neighborhood kids. You’ll get to know them along the way since we’re all still close. We had a lot of fun, even if I did spend half of my time trying to keep them out of trouble. Okay, so I may be a bit of a mother hen, but that’s not a bad thing, right?
I’m not sure I ever really chose my grown-up life, you know? I went to Penn State, studied English lit (I blame Jane Austen for that), and, with no real career aspirations, I drifted into a job as a corporate travel agent. Trust me, it’s not the glamorous job that people imagine, but it did pay the bills. Or it paid some of the bills, at least; there was never quite enough left after paying my rent to pay them all.
It wasn’t all bad, of course. My family may be quirky, but I know I can count on them. And I have two amazing best friends who always know when circumstances call for an emergency bottle of wine or two. But I wasn’t really living, you know? No romance. No adventure. No actual life.
The thing is, I didn’t really understand how lonely and lost I was until I wasn’t.
And now? I’m living a life I never imagined and, trust me, I have a vivid imagination!). I’m happier than I ever dreamed possible, all because of one phone call.
Curious? Good, because it’s an amazing story, complete with romance, near-tragedy, laughter, tears, and, yes, a surprise (or two)!
XOXO
Lizzie (by the way, you can follow me on Twitter, too! I'm @LizzieKincaid)
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